relaxing in your window, casually flips the memory from the book, actually, regardless of whether you see or don't see all affect my mood. Fleeting memories having a touch of the full stop while there is no sadness, no regrets, all of the stories will toms shoes go back to dust the wind, for anger, to determine you smile once. I believe, despite the truly nowhere to visit, it won't sell the doorway bar scene, a pen, secured within my eyes priceless, while it's worthless to other people, can continue to stubborn guarding. Inside a quiet corner of years, alone Qing Huan, and here we are at drinking. I believe I had been just a little woman, in the end, within the text, wandering alone before shadowless, occasionally staring, but additionally boundless landscape that door shut, and so i often comfort myself, attempting to forget among the beautiful, too good at this time. Later, they'd understand, previously won't necessarily decide to forget, some people and things, are their very own precious wealth. Fan Wu walking our planet, will in the end be tangible or intangible bondage swayed when everything slowly becoming area of the past, only to discover that may be so easily accepted. In order if God, you gaze or leave, I'm prepared to laugh about, and sincerely appreciate the gorgeous scenery had left, allow me to shallow years, having a worth of memories. Absolutely nothing to use you during a period of years, the written word isn't sad to not hurt, a location of endless paper hearts, put time in to the scent of ink within the ink stone mill, shallow memories, warm and sunny. Shallow autumn, autumn leaves to get a treasure within the heart. Keep in mind that Maple Thriving years, the center a language, then you definitely provide the Montreal harvested maple leaves, within the eyes of surprise, actually, moving ripples are moving more, write prime words whisper, to people who're touched by written in to the diary, incense time memories. Like this amount of time in general, I randomly picked a leaf, engraved mind, using the water destined to have an unknown distance. I love the night time, just like a quiet night, benefit from the quiet of the wonderful time, so quiet, to allow me is not impetuous, no more looking and drift. Like hearing songs, let Roxy fill gaps heart, overflowing the entire night, meditating alone, write, walk in music, poetry, enjoy the darkness, forgotten. Choose the night, chose silence. Over and over within the quiet little painting in writing following a long absence, I simply felt tip speed quickly, the paper dots stained, painted painted, inadvertently suddenly draw a face, staring this face,